Chapter Twenty
It was normally a sound she loved, that of a gentle summer rain, especially with the bedroom windows open to allow a nice cross breeze in. But, as she lay there on her mattress on the floor, all Faith could think about was how her night in town had ended.
She kept seeing those hard eyes looking at her. Go home. My husband. Unchecked jealousy raged through her. Lucas’s comments to her the day before hadn’t helped, bragging about what Wyatt did for him every night, which of course sent images haunting her, things she didn’t want to think about. What his words had conjured up literally made her want to vomit.
“Stop it!” she yelled at herself, bringing her hands up to cover her face, more tears threatening to come. “This is stupid.” She started to laugh through her tears, ove
